empyrean.'dust settles where angels sleep,'empyrean.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he told me while looking for charcoal-
wind in the himalayas could never be quite
as frosty as the look he shared when i said,
'angels don't exist.'
but his frost melted like the incoming
summer. stroking my cheek, he asked-
'then what are you?'
well, i could be fog.
i could be a mountain beneath the lakes
in western ireland; i could be a million
bumble-bees with giant stingers
flying in the woods near manchuria.
by the coast i once saw sting-rays
three times the size of a lamb
resting by the coastal reefs,
and i could be that.
'but angels have no hearts,'
i replied. 'they're made of silk and
honey and pearl drops. they can't love
or hate. all they do is sing and ring
the gong for heaven's clouds.
they break hearts without a second
and he looked at me like a fish,
stuck on a hook, his eyes wide-
lungs trying to suck in water but only
getting oxygen; drowning in air.
trapped, like a rabbit in a box,
but he fi
Words Fall ShortI'm a messy dreamer that sometimes feelsWords Fall Short6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like I'm just a collage of different meanings that
Aren't worth a thing,
But I'm daydreaming about this girl
Who has me rewriting my natural disasters and
Stringing out words till I'm high on Shakespeare
And Hemmingway again.
She reminds me that my heart hasn't been misplaced (only misguided)
And as I felt the magic in her kiss and
Caught the poetic look in her eyes that spoke more
Than any thesaurus, I knew that I could spend
Hours tearing up dictionaries and stitching together words
But they'd still fall short of describing
How she looked in that moment.
Live Like You're Dying"Live like you're dying"Live Like You're Dying6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What a great phrase to live by
But it just doesn't work
Things come up,
Life gets complicated,
Stuff gets expensive
If everyone lived like that,
People wouldn't get depressed...as badly
Or at least,
Things wouldn't trigger so soon
It's a very interesting concept
People wouldn't be heartbroken
They would move on with their lives,
And live life to the fullest
They spend their time doing nothing
Thinking life is over
They don't realize just how much they have to live for
And I regret it,
In a way
I still feel that way,
But I know more of what's wrong with me
I've accepted it
I'm no longer in denial
It's getting easier to talk about,
And I want to inform others of it
The pain it causes,
The misunderstanding you get,
The judgment that falls onto you
People that don't know about this are prejudice
They have their own judgments,
But they don't know what it's like
Most of my friends are that way
And I want to tell them
Tell them they
we'd turn out so terriblebecause people don't care about you as much as you think they do.we'd turn out so terrible6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because they're going to fuck you over and leave you hanging. they're going to pretend that
you mean the world to them, and then they turn around and you realize how there wasn't
a single bit of truth in any word they said.
and people think it's fun to wrap you around their fingers until even you know that you're like
putty in their hands. and in the beginning, it feels like it's real. then you wake up from your
delusions; maybe it's a slip of the tongue, or a letter that was never sent, or a sentence
that seemed too much like a lie to ignore.
people are a disease, a cruel joke the gods decided to play on the world. or perhaps, it was
simply that the gods didn't know exactly what type of creature we would be, so they created us,
to watch us. but what they didn't realize was that humans don't like to be just
they like to be in control. and so what the gods didn't realize was that we would build them
churches and tem
candor.we sat in your basementcandor.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
drinking hot chocolate
and freezing our toes
because we didn't have
a blanket to cuddle in.
your eyelashes are much too long;
they hide those cinnamon
eyes i want to hold and
keep in a jar
so i can stare at them
we played air guitar
and pretended we were
our dreams felt so fragile.
i didn't want to talk too loud-
i was afraid to break our dreams
like the wind whips through
a spider's web.
i fell asleep curled up
in the basement
listening to your heart beat-
my toes were warm
because they were
tangled in yours.
SmokeI don't know if it's the smoke in my lungs or your lips on mine, but I swear I am floating in my own skin, so close to drifting away, just like the gray haze that spirals towards the ceilingSmoke5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
But you hold me to you, deliciously too tight, as if you feel me falling away
And with my hands locked around your wrists and the amber scent of you deep in my chest, I know I would not leave you.
I will never leave you
The mist is cool as it prickles over my skin, but it warms to the blood tumbling through the translucent blue veins of my wrists.
The scent is sharper than I remember, harsh and biting, as though the amber curves are turning to razor blades, sharp and lethal and warning you away.
I anoint the hollows beneath my ears and the sharp points of my clavicle with my fingertips and I imagine that she is still holding me too tightly, and so I am almost safe.
Because there are lines drawn into me that you dare not cross, and because there are some promises I still keep.
And I am kee
Endless DaysWith blood upon their paled lipsEndless Days5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
These Sorrows dress in sheer shrouds
To visit long lost and rotting kin
Who lay in beds six feet down
Sleeping the envied sleep of centuries
A merciful end we can never know
So when that darkness must go
We Sorrows will then quickly flee
For the dawn is never kind
To her, and you, and to even me
We are chained to this world by blood
Floating through the embittered years
We have only a coffin to sleep away
Our somber, solemn and endless days
Your first love...You sit there on the front porch, looking back at your life, asking how all these years have gone by so fast. Now you are stronger, more mature, you're not the boy you used to be.Your first love...6 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You're a man now....
It's been 15 years since we've last spoken, my love.
And during all this time you have managed to find what we all dreamt about for our lives.
You have your wife, and wow, she's beautiful. Way more than I ever was or could ever be.
Your little girl is growing up, I heard she turned 7 last week, soon she'll be all grown up, just like you. I'm so happy things are going so great for you, dear. I too have a beautiful life, yeah...
Remember when we were together that night in december and I had told you I wanted to be a mom when I got older? Well, I'm going to be one pretty soon, i'm 3 months pregnant and Jeremy is so happy...We're both very excited about the baby.
...You know, sometimes it's just strange to see how things happen, y'know, all the turns life takes. Who would've thought we'd end
Alejandro Let me goI made two cups of coffee tonight, yet again. As I slip it in, its smell grips me back to your memories. Reminds me of how I would make you chuck it down, so you won't fall asleep when we watch lies on the TV. And its bitter taste was sweeter on your lips, warmer around me. No arguments, just a sleepy head that lay on my shoulder while I would close the story on my own. Oh how I wanted you to see the ending of it, see how a false story can make you cry, and my love was not fabric of lies. Is this why you never cried? I am a silly bird who would dance for you till you love me.Alejandro Let me go6 years ago in Emotional More Like This
That second cup has your lips stained on them, and it sits there feeling alone, just like me. I would love to see it sink below the gutters of your deceit tonight but let's wait. Let it remind of the love we lost on our way to a fairy tale tomorrow you promised. I keep my promise diary closed now; it will keep my heart moving. A slow hiss that touched my ear was a needle finding its way to pierce through my chest
I wonder...I sit here every once in a whileI wonder...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and all I do is about write my problems or my emotions
I never tell anyone any more,
I never trust anyone any more,
I never let anything get to me any more...
Atleast I try not to.
I wonder sometimes how it'd be like
to have an amazing life for once.
So that nothing can go wrong.
I wonder sometimes if it'd be for the best
if I decide to kill myself.
Everyone's pain would eventually ease off right?
No one would miss me unless they'd want something.
Would God be really that mad at me for doing so?
I understand I was given life but I failed it so can I end it?
God, would you be mad? I want to know why.
Is it ok if I'm curious to know how it would feel
like to stop breathing?
To have death grip tightly on my throat and carry me away
from this tortured world.
Taking me to a place far, far away to something a little happier.
I want to see with my eyes
and experience true relief when I'm gone
But I'm just wondering though...
eyes.those eyes of yours see right through me,eyes.6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
looking, shining, into my soul and into my heart
they glow with such an unreal beauty
they pull me toward you, and i never want to be apart
you entrance me with the quickest gaze
one look from you, and i'm all yours
i just stare at those eyes, amazed
at eyes so inviting, like open doors
you let me in with one short glance
and always leave me wanting more
gazing at those eyes, i have the chance
to tell you, you're the one i adore
Learning to Let GoLearning to Let Go7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I remember kissing your cheek,
Right in front of your left ear,
Looking into your eyes,
To tell you just how plainly I love you.
I remember kissing your hand,
Falling in love with your smiles,
Even when I've made more than enough.
I've always been true to my heart,
One broken maybe too many times.
Even when everyone around me convinces me otherwise,
Love is still love.
egypt.when she was youngegypt.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she knew which way
the Nile river was,
no matter how many times
she spun around.
the insides of her eyelids
were encrusted with
her tongue held the tattoos
only a sphinx would
but he came and stole
her egypt, the way a poor man
steals a piece of bread;
to sustain his body, his heart,
his broken lungs
sick of breathing.
and for a while she lived
in the dark, wishing for her
egypt to come back to her
with it's golden sand
and pharaoh smiles.
but her mind was not a mind
without her egypt,
so to the man's house
she moved in the dark.
and with her hands
she claimed his throat
and took her egypt back.
and in the dark
with only spiders
to watch her at her work
she mummified his heart
and stepped back only
to appreciate her
and she whispered,
"Ra, praise; Anubis see:
my egypt has returned to me."
Loyal to RoyalSon cries for toys,Loyal to Royal4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
When his stick-figured mother tries to tell,
Luxuries are loyal to royal
Ember RemainsThe flame isEmber Remains6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tongues of fire.
The forest is
Full of light.
Is burning out.
The light is gone.
Clings to the
Fill the air.
The light is gone
of errors and lifeI have yet to meet someoneof errors and life6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
left with a sweet taste in their mouth,
after toiling through their sordid lives
and stumbling with formless doubt.
They fall to their knees
to pledge their life to a dying sun,
that slowly deludes them
with all of their hope undone.
I have seen the stars change,
shedding tears of love and hurt.
Yet those dried on the night's canvas
where the tracks still lurk.
I have felt the dreams-
of lost men and women-
being sold for a purposeful future,
wandering the graves of memories
in the labyrinth of human nature.
The heady cocktail of despair and guilt
that never kills on overdose,
somehow makes them carry on
for reasons that no one knows.
Not all beginnings are new,
And some never begin...
Drawing to a silent end
with only a whimper of sin.
the places we gohe wrote to me:the places we go7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that he sits in the gutter and he
looks up at my window and he is
there and he is not and we're
okay and we are
he wrote to me:
your silence is not enough. and i
think your feet caught the dust as
you walked away. and i think my
mouth was filled with dust
as you walked away. and i couldn't
say wait and i
let you down again and. you just
he wrote to me:
learn the meaning of wait. and tell
it to me. sometimes the flies belong
in the kitchen and sometimes i forget to feed
the cats and sometimes i
forget to lock the
front door and close the windows
when it starts to rain.
he wrote to me:
will your eyes ever stop wandering? will
you ever see your elbows, will you ever
see your face in the light i see it? will
your watch start working again and will you
open your damn eyes and start seeing
what's right in front of you? but my
lack of direction is like a broken
steering wheel. my lack of direction is
a map torn to shreds and sorry mea
a lot more literalstaying up all nighta lot more literal6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
again just to
hear his voice; it's
like i've been sunburned
inside my eardrums,
so in need of aloe
walking three steps behind the
surviving on the breath
he's finished with
when he's done with her
gone away and forgotten;
this is the fabric of
late nights and
later birthday cards,
insecurities melding into
birds can't fly
south for winter if they
lost their compass, folded
pinions; plucked pickled prodded
into the form of an
animal that found the capacity
to masquerade as human,
it learned your voice and everything
he made balloon animals
out of my windpipe
in the time it
takes a tornado to level a trailerpark
i guess i'm just a glutton for punishment
the joshua treei don't remember having ever seen my brother cry before that. right there, in the midst of a party, leaned up against a tree. i never knew he was human enough to cry. never thought it remotely possible. but he did, right then and there. shaking and crying and completely incapable of coherent thought. right then, he seemed so fragilethe joshua tree6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
right then, he seemed so human.
tess came home from spain two weeks later. she was paler and thinner and looked utterly worn down but she was alive and she was home and she was back in his arms. and he wasn't letting her go. he didn't tear up, but i did. i did because i know two kids in love when i see it. and they were so in love.
they were smiling. i don't think since then i have
A Night with an AngelIt is hard for me say the exact moment when my heart; knew it would do anything for you.A Night with an Angel8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I do know that on that first night I felt the love of an angel that came from you.
Was it that night when in your eyes, I saw an angels light shine so true.
Looking at you on that night my senses, went numb as you smiled.
That first time you held my hand, resting your head on my shoulder as we left my heart skipped a beat.
Was it that moment this crime was committed; was in that moment when my heart became a victim to a crime of theft?
On that night as we went to hear music and dance; I could not help but to stare, as I hung on every word you said.
You were nervous to meet my friends, but I assured you that you would be welcomed by all.
With you standing by my side, I walked proud and tall,
Knowing I had you by my side.
Could it have been when we stepped out to smoke, and you grabbed me holding me in your angelic arms?
I knew in that moment I would protect you from all harms.
Yes on that Septem
PortraitHis dimpled cheeks,Portrait4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
carved like a candle's wick,
speak of decades;
and somewhere in the hallway
I can feel my grandfather's ghost
slip off the canvas.
You look like him
she says -
that Roman nose
off fighting wars
in places we can't pronounce
and your clipped jawline
like long lost family.
I bet you wear a jacket like him,
as the new world
and focused like a poet
on the future.
I'll bet you even smell
like him -
leather warm and humid,
and the apple tint
left on your sleeves.
PaperboatsWhere does the past live?Paperboats5 years ago in Sketches More Like This
In the folds of a musty newspaper.
I fold a sheet in half and fold it again,
pulling the corners in the centre,
shaping a sail.
I know the first four steps,
I remember how the folds look.
Then my hands move as if
they suddenly know their way around
the folds and paper nooks better than I do.
Something subconscious and innocent guides them,
a memory from a niche of memories.
newspaper soaked, floating
feet splashing in pools of the rainwater.
Here, Now, 21, I pull on two folds,
and watch the paperboat of my childhood
of my childhood home
spring to life in my hand.
obsession.I lie awakeobsession.11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
can't get you off my mind
You haunt my dreams
This is too much for me to take.
I lie in bed
each night I think of you
The vision of you next to me
This is a temptation I just can't resist.
Lying next to me
I feel your kiss
brush my lips
This is obsession beyond my control.
I sit alone
I'd give anything
to feel your skin on mine
The vision of your body lying close to me
Your in my thoughts
every shade of you
it shouldn't feel this good
I trace the contours of your body in my head